Underneath, beneath the ground . . .
Do you ever ask what shall I do this day?
Or do you just stay the course?
The course of spreading out
Soaking in nutrients
Do you ever wonder what you will be?
Do you know if you support a tree
Or do you know you are a tuber, like
a sweet potato or a red one?
Oh, I wish I were a root . . .
Without a care in the world
Just meandering, wandering
Just being . . .
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